The waves ripple along the boardwalk
as the seagulls fight for food
in a self-established bubble that only they understand

People come and go, and the lines for the food trucks deepen and dwindle
As the sun set, I was hit with the overwhelming notion
that the ship had sailed,
and all there was left to do was trust in the higher power's intentions

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